It's useless to lecture a human.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.

Nico danced around like he needed to use the restroom. "Does Zeus really have lightning bolts that do six hundred damage? Does he get extra movement points for—" "Nico, shut up!" Bianca put her hands to her face. "This is not your stupid Mythomagic game, okay? There are no gods!

My only thought was to keep him away from Annabeth.

Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.

I’m the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the world—how to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death.” “You must be fun at parties,” I said.